A group of underlings burst into laughter, and Song Wu gave him a thumbs up: "Impressive, impressive. When it comes to being awesome, you're the best."
"Let's drink! I'll toast you!"
A group of people raised their glasses and began discussing the future of the clothing market.
That night, four or five grown men drank two cases of beer, ate until they were staggering, and didn't get home until midnight, when they finally helped each other home.
Of course, you can't talk about serious matters while drinking and eating. However, when Chen Jing and Liu Xiaogang returned to their rented room in Xiguan, he used his fingers to vomit up most of the alcohol he had drunk that day, and he sobered up considerably.
Liu Xiaogang also has a good alcohol tolerance. After drinking some hangover soup at home, he quickly sobered up.
Seeing Chen Jing scribbling on paper and in a notebook, he sat down in front of Chen Jing and asked, "Brother Jing, what are you planning to do this time?"
Chen Jing frowned in thought: "I can't show up in person, but I want at least 40% of the shares. I need to figure out how to negotiate with them first."
Liu Xiaogang asked, "What should we do if they come tomorrow afternoon?"
"Go and greet them first, take them to your shop. I'll discuss it with Brother Song tomorrow morning, and he can take the lead in receiving them."
Chen Jing pondered for a moment, then said, "I guess they'll also visit the small workshops in the commune. I'll discuss it with Brother Song first thing tomorrow morning, then go back to the commune and tidy up the workshops."
As for other collaborations, we need to meet with them in person to discuss them in detail. At least we need to know what the Lin Group is thinking so that they can come up with a solution.
Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaogang whispered, "Brother Chen, have you ever thought about moving the workshop to Huacheng?"
"Move to Huacheng? Why do you think that? Moving to Huacheng is not easy. There is a small population here, and land is hard to come by."
Liu Xiaogang quickly explained his thoughts, especially the troubles with logistics and delivery over the past two or three months.
Goods from the commune to Huacheng were all transported by transportation companies, but only in large containers. Small workshops, on the other hand, shipped out goods only once every three or four days, with only a few hundred or a thousand items.
Therefore, it's difficult to guarantee the delivery date when Chen Song and his team arrange for the goods to be delivered to the transportation company.
Perhaps the transportation company doesn't have enough cargo, and they haven't filled a container yet; or perhaps there's too much cargo, and Sansheng Garment's small shipment hasn't been scheduled yet, so problems often arise.
If the workshop were moved to the vicinity of Huacheng, whether it's Fengcheng, Sanshui, or Panyu, the distance would be much shorter, only an hour or two away.
There's no need for large containers; a small truck will suffice. Song Wu and his team have two small trucks, so they can handle the transportation themselves.
Huacheng is densely populated and land is scarce, but it is still possible to find suitable housing in nearby cities or suburbs.
Even if Chen Jing doesn't have time, Song Wu definitely has a way.
After all, he was a local bigwig in Huacheng, and had been involved in the black market for so many years, this little thing was no problem for him at all.
After listening to Liu Xiaogang's suggestion, Chen Jing thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "Actually, you don't need to bring this up. I think Brother Song will bring it up."
In another month or two, once the national policy is released, with the support of the policy, the workshop can be expanded into a garment factory. Chen Jing and Ji Xia had already planned to expand the factory to at least two or three hundred people, which would require building a factory building.
Building factories in the commune is actually not easy. Chen Jing is not in his hometown, and Song Wu's base is not in the commune. It is also troublesome to use connections to get land. As Liu Xiaogang said, it is also troublesome to use container transportation. In the long run, the logistics costs will not be low.
Song Wu's base is in Huacheng. If we cooperate with him to expand the factory, he will definitely ask to move to Huacheng.
His plan is to raise enough money to start a factory. How much money can he contribute himself? And what percentage of the shares will he own?
The two discussed the plan for half the night before finally putting it down and falling into a deep sleep late into the night.
Being a young man, Chen Jing had only slept for three or four hours. When the rooster crowed outside, he splashed some well water on his face and was fully awake.
Early in the morning, Liu Xiaogang went to the Baima Wholesale Market to open his shop, while Chen Jing took his business plan to meet Song Wu for morning tea.
Song Wu had just gotten up and wasn't fully awake when he heard that Chen Jing had arrived, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Brother, you're working so early in the morning, it would be unfair if you didn't make a fortune!"
Chen Jing chuckled: "Brother Song, you were only focused on drinking last night. Come on, let's go have some morning tea together today and talk about some serious business."
"Okay, I'd like to hear your plans too."
As he spoke, Song Wu washed his face with cold water, quickly brushed his teeth, grabbed a leather jacket from the clothes rack and put it on, then pushed his motorcycle out.
"Come on, let me take you to a quiet teahouse for morning tea. There are too many people in Huacheng."
"OK!"
Chen Jing couldn't help but stroke the genuine leather seat, admiring the smooth lines of the car body and the handlebars, his face full of envy.
"Great, Brother Song, this car is impressive and stylish. How much is it?"
"Interested? If you like it, I'll get one delivered to Beijing for three thousand yuan."
"Really? Brother Song, it's a deal, you can't let me down."
"I wouldn't cheat anyone but you. Who do you take me for? Get on the bus."
Song Wu strode onto the motorcycle, and Chen Jing put his arm around his shoulder and climbed onto the bike, bursting into laughter.
The motorcycle sped along, and in less than ten minutes, it brought Chen Jing to a teahouse.
There were fewer people around, and the teahouse was indeed quiet. Song Wu and Chen Jing asked for a private room, ordered four or five dim sum dishes and a fish porridge, and then started discussing their business.
"Brother Song, I've heard that starting from New Year's Day, the government will allow private businesses to operate and will allow them to obtain licenses. Our opportunity has arrived."
Song Wu was taken aback: "Are you sure? Are you confident?"
"I'm absolutely confident."
Chen Jing revealed a confident smile: "I've met a few brothers in Beijing. They have very important positions in the capital; their ancestors were in that line of work."
He gave a thumbs up: "My workshops and shops in Beijing have all guaranteed that they will get the licenses for me by New Year's Day."
Song Wu patted him on the shoulder and made a gesture of admiration: "Now, what do you think?"
Chen Jing took out his business plan: "Here's what I'm thinking. The workshop in the countryside is just two rented courtyards, and it only employs twenty or thirty people. The output is too low, and even my shop is often out of stock."
“Ah Feng told me that your shop is empty for half the month. Many customers come from far away, but when they arrive, there is no stock.”
"Yes, that's too disadvantageous. So here's what I'm thinking: let's find a piece of land and build a factory, a large factory that can accommodate at least three to five hundred people, with workshops, employee dormitories, a canteen... Once New Year's Day arrives, we'll get the factory's business license."
After listening for a while, Song Wu quickly asked, "You plan to expand the factory, where will you build it? Do you have any ideas?"
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